"Lingxi Dao Palace!"
Yang Chen rolled the words around on his tongue, trying to tease out some meaning, but ultimately gave up in frustration. He had rarely heard the words "Lingxi," much less understood what they meant.
Now that he was looking at this Lingxi Dao Palace, he naturally wanted to go in and investigate. Testing the waters, he took a step forward onto the stone slabs.
Standing there caused no problems. It was no different from stepping onto an ordinary road.
But when he took his second step, the guardian statues around the stone slabs suddenly moved.
That movement startled Yang Chen, and he did not dare advance carelessly. He stared at the statues, his pupils contracting. In the blink of an eye, those statues seemed to have come alive. Their eyes, bodies, every part of them could move. If Yang Chen had not clearly sensed not a trace of life from them, he would have thought they were living people.
To make something fake this lifelike, it could truly pass for the real thing.
It was simply unbelievable.
Yang Chen drew a deep breath. These were things humanity of the present age could never create.
When he came back to his senses, those humanlike statues were gripping long spears and had completely blocked the path to Lingxi Dao Palace!
Seeing this, Yang Chen muttered, "So this is the trial after passing the eighth level!"
The moment the thought fell, Yang Chen did not waste any words. He stepped forward at once, intending to force his way through with teleportation.
Yet the instant he teleported, his head slammed into some kind of barrier. He was forced back and landed on the ground flat on his backside.
The living statues remained utterly expressionless, as though they had not seen Yang